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Post by Adalyn Carver on Dec 21, 2017 9:03:41 GMT
The three days prior had gone by in a slight haze, a medical induced haze. Words had been exchanged between both parties, how could Adalyn have known James' friend would go off the rails? It wasn't until the cool metal of the blade pierced her skin that she'd really could comprehend what had happened. Her and Trigger were just barely blossoming in their relationship. Yet there he was, beating the holy hell out of the man who dared to harm her. That was all she saw before her vision faded to black and Trigger's voice faded to a deep hum in her ears. She'd come and gone between conscious and not quite a few times. Once presence was always by her side though, the strong grip he had on her hand was always there. If she were black out asleep, or foggily looking around the room he had stuck there for as long as she was stuck on the small sofa.
James had popped in, only resulting in tension filling the air. Adalyn could feel it even in her sleep, the nightmares would erupt. Her small body would try to toss and turn but the pain would bring her eyes to life. Tears flooding over her thick bottom lashes, the pain was too much. James feeling guilty about the pain Hunter inflicted would awkwardly make his way out the door. He knew Trigger wouldn't let anything happen to her, as much as he hated to admit it. Adalyn had some idea that the boy cared deeply for her, she felt the same towards him. Adalyn hadn't really had anyone seriously care for her, her mother only cared for James. James only cared for himself mostly, and Adalyn was left to fend for herself. That was until she stumbled into the woods not too long ago. The man who'd kissed her on a whim had also taken her heart, and she didn't even know if he knew it. If he knew he held the very reason she lived in his strong hands. The very hands that just days ago beat the man who'd hurt her, he'd defended her without a second guess. No if's, and's, or but's. He'd just done it, sided against the very people who claimed to be her friend. Against Jewel who he'd had some sort of feelings about. Adalyn could see it in his eyes when she was mentioned, it didn't bother her though. Trigger was different, not shown true care. So she understood why he'd cling to Jewel so hard.
She however couldn't help but hope that one day she'd be the one he clung to. That she'd be the one that could bring him back from the edge. That when he felt himself slipping he could turn to her, only because she felt that way about him. There was no one she wanted by her side more than Trigger. He'd made sure she wasn't in pain, and although it was up to her body to heal or not she felt safer with him around.
That was why she couldn't allow herself to be stuck in this haze any longer. When morning broke, and she'd felt the warmth of the sun pouring in through the windows she'd decided to not allow herself to feel the pain. She didn't want any of the pills Myia had sent with her, she didn't want to be sofa bound anymore. Although the man sat next to her was going to be pretty hard to shake.
Her chocolate eyes scanned the room after they'd darted open. Trigger's head resting on her thigh, she could hear the light snores echoing through the silent house. She hesitated on waking him, these past few days couldn't be easy on him either. Reluctantly her fingers gently combed through his dark hair. Even the slight movement caused her to wince in pain, and she tried like hell to hide it.She knew if Trigger saw her in pain it'd be lights out, and in this moment she knew she couldn't stand being away from him any longer. She needed him, which was a new and scary feeling for her. She knew it though, as soon as she felt him hoist her over his shoulder and rush her to the nearest doctor she felt it. In the pit of her stomach, it was as if the knife ignited a fire. A burning for Trigger that Adalyn had not known was there until now. She longed for him to wake up, to look up at her and give her a smile that would melt her heart. For that reason, she kept her eyes glued to the man. Waiting for him to make his move, to make her day.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Dec 21, 2017 10:52:29 GMT
The world was much colder than he'd imagined. He'd grown up in pristine white rooms, lights so bright they blinded—blades so sharp they tore through his skin without hesitation. He'd been poked and prodded and turned inside out as he laid still on medical tables, the frigid metal biting into his shoulder blades as his father loomed over him with a needle in hand. Trigger had been raised under fluorescent lights and shadowed stares—he had been raised as an experiment. Isolated for days on end only to be thrown into a Capitol party scene so his paternal figure could broadcast his work to any scientist willing to gawk at the monster of a son he'd become—then it was back in the catacombs hidden beneath the citizens feet.
He used to imagine what it would be like to roam free, to bask in the sunlight and chuckle with friends. Pencil gripped tight in his palm, he'd scribble forlorn lyrics about a world he would never know, begging to feel a drop of rain kiss his skin—to let his eyes fall upon the ocean, the trees, anything but these walls. Trigger had dreamt of the world, had yearned for it. If he had known that the sun's light cast nothing but shadows upon him, maybe he would have stayed within those four walls.
But he couldn't go back now. He wouldn't. Not when he had her.
Life outside of the catacombs had been a whirlwind. Everything hit him at once and he'd been trained in how to kill a man without a weapon, but never in how to manage his emotions. He could still feel the dampness against his cheeks as he remembered his first day of freedom—as he recalled Jewel turning her back on him now that he was finally allowed to roam. She had been the only familiar face in this world, for they'd been their father's puppets in the same show for as long as he could remember. In a life filled with blurred faces and rare glimpses, she'd been his only constant. To say he was devastated when she cast him aside would be an understatement. Trigger didn't understand, couldn't. All he had was her, but it didn't go both ways. Jewel had a home. She knew her mother, could hug her brother. She had friends and a life. The blonde was part of a world he would never truly understand, and when he asked for her to guide him, her eyes glazed over and her lips twisted in a sneer—like she was ashamed. Like all of those stolen moments had meant nothing.
Maybe they did.
Trigger had been hesitant, then. The world he'd painted in his head simply didn't exist and every step he took away from the only home he'd ever known had him begging to return. He'd take his father tangling his DNA with that of a mutt over the frostbitten glares he received at every wrong turn or misstep. He was like a newborn foul finding his legs, only to discover he'd been abandoned in the lion's den. The world was cruel and it was quick to imprint itself upon the boy.
After a run in at a bar where Jewel had been draped around a man—a man who was quick to judge, to snarl in his face—he'd fled. How could his father call him a monster when people like that existed? When people like that tampered with his temper and drew out the beast he'd been molded into? How was any of this his fault?
A train took him to a District he was promised was beautiful by a kind older woman, and it was. Far more beautiful than he could have prepared himself for. There were no trees in the Capitol—not honest ones, at least. Synthetic and fraudulent was all the city was known for. So when he took one step in the forest, he couldn't stop. His chin was thrown up, eyes studying the infinite stretch of the pines, fingernails digging at the bark as he passed by oaks. It was gorgeous—until it wasn't. Until he dropped his gaze at the sound of a bowstring snapping back into place. His lips parted around a soft gasp, his fingers curling into his jeans as if to prevent himself from reaching out and touching to be sure she was real. How could she be? Trigger had been in the arena with Jewel enough times to study the way a woman's body works around a weapon, but this stranger put the blonde to shame. She was dark, brooding—she was misplaced like him.
She was Adalyn—and it wasn't until after his lips had sealed over hers, after an afternoon spent in and out of shops, after meeting once again in District Four that he learned she was also a Carver.
It must have been fate playing a trick. He lost the woman he believed he loved to a Carver, it was only fitting that he earned a Carver in return. It was only fair that he was taught what love truly was at the hands of the sister of the man who'd shattered his perception of the feeling.
Weeks, months—he didn't know, he'd never been good at understanding the concept of time—were spent joined at the hip. She couldn't shake him, but Trigger had a feeling that she didn't want to. They fit, like two jagged puzzle pieces. Adalyn taught him how to be a person and she accepted him when he couldn't be. He'd never be whole, never be anything but a genetic mutation, but she made him feel like he could be.
So when he watched a blade pierce her abdomen, when he saw her brother pull Jewel close while his best friend went for another jab, he feared he'd never feel whole again—and if he was going to shatter, so was Hunter's jaw. It took James' clammy hands digging at his shirt and Jewel's frantic pushing to make him budge enough to let Hunter breathe, but it was only Adalyn's soft cry of his name that forced him to let the boy—no, the monster—free. It startled him that James and Jewel cared more about the well-being of a man who had stabbed someone than the person who had been stabbed. Adalyn had her small hands pressed to her own wound, tears streaming down her cheeks as her eyes glazed over. How? How could a brother care so little about his sister? How could he fight to save the life of the man who stabbed her while neglecting the fact she needed medical attention? How could he still hold Jewel on such a pedestal when she chose Hunter over an injured girl?
How could people still insist he was the monster?
Trigger ran to her side, cradling her close as tears of his own dripped down to mingle with hers. He was the one to bring her to a doctor, the one to growl at her brother when he dared to try to step in. No one else had tried to defend her, he wasn't going to allow any of them to lay a finger on her. Brother or not.
The rest of his time in Four was spent at her side—only straying long enough to fetch food and water when necessary. He couldn't fathom leaving her alone, not again. No one was there for either of them, so they had to be there for each other. Day in and out, he was combing his fingers through her hair and changing her bandages—body rigid whenever her brother decided to make an appearance. He fought to stay calm, to allow him his time with his sister because that was what Adalyn would have wanted. So full of love, of light. She'd been scorned and torn down and she still focused on others before herself.
Where the world made Trigger cold, it set her heart alight.
He couldn't recall how many days had passed, how many nights he'd spent with his head draped over her thigh and hand tangled desperately with the cotton of her shirt, but it had been enough to allow him to pass out soundly—soft snores escaping his parted lips. Sleep had evaded him long enough that he wasn't awoken immediately by her movements. He'd been neglecting his own needs to be sure she was taken care of, and his sleep was deep enough that it took a moment before he registered the hand in his hair.
Groggily, he pushed himself up into a seated position, eyes blurry as he rubbed the back of his hand across them—trying to figure out what had woken him up. And then it hit him.
Adalyn was awake.
A sharp gasp escaped him as his amber gaze fell upon hers, his lips curled at the corners—teeth flashing as joy swallowed him whole. He didn't know how to hide his emotions, didn't know that he should be embarrassed that he was so moved to see her eyes open. But he couldn't help it. She was his and he was hers, simple as that.
He was whole again.
"Hey, princess," he purred softly, wanting nothing more than to smother her, but he knew she must still be in pain. She wasn't much better at hiding how she felt, it was written in the lines of her face. He reached out, slow and easy—like he was afraid he was going to spook her—to comb the hair out of her eyes before he smoothed his palm down her cheek, cradling her face gingerly. He was so careful, so scared he was going to make things worse. "How are you feeling?" He asked, voice a bit frantic and he had to refrain from jumping from his seat and running to get pain medicine for her.
His eyes were wide and imploring, begging for the truth and so fond that he knew he must resemble a lovesick puppy, but he couldn't help it. She was awake and he felt like he could finally breathe again.
No one should have that much control over him, but she did. She had since the moment their eyes met.
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Dec 21, 2017 22:35:17 GMT
Adalyn was use to being second best to her brother, always in the shadows of the golden child. Literally, his hair was golden. He was the overachiever, the do it right the first time so you don't have to do it a second time type. Where Adalyn was the, if it looks good leave it type. Their mother always favored the boy, mostly because he was the spitting image of their father. With her mother's own self loathing, it only seemed right that she'd shove the girl that was her twin away. Never a kind hug when she'd fallen and scraped her knee, never a 'good job' when she'd learn to ride a bike. The only cheer and praise came from her father, which was why when he died she wanted to follow.
When her mother had found her curled in the bathroom with a bottle of pills next to her, it wasn't a kind motherly voice that stopped her. "Just disappear. I'll make up something, just go." It wasn't a helpful tone, her mother wanted her gone. She wanted to live a perfect pretend life, one where she only had the golden boy. Adalyn had always dreamed of running away, the only thing keeping her there was now six feet under in a mahogany box. This was her chance, a fresh start. That meant leaving James, he'd always looked after her. Shielded her from the harsh words her mother would throw her way. That could only last so long, his first girlfriend had taken the attention off her. Alex was a sweet girl, but James was a one girl at a time focus.
The opportunity knocked, and Adalyn answered. A bag was packed in less than an hour, James was out so she'd be leaving her mother with the aftermath. Not a goodbye, not a hug, and not even a tear was shed as the woman watched her only daughter leave their family home.
Adalyn walked out that day and never looked back, one train ride to Thirteen was all it took. No one knew her, she'd not have to explain her past to anyone- she was free. Except she wasn't. She was always worrying about her brother, always thinking about how he felt after he got home. She wasn't free at all, she was always running. Running from the nightmares that plagued her sleep. Running away from her problems, but the one thing she could never escape was the guilt she felt for leaving her brother.
That was why she'd gone to four, she needed to see James. The need to make sure he was okay was too strong to fight any longer. She never meant for him to see her, but she couldn't help but stare at him. He was curled on a blanket with another golden girl. It wasn't Alex, what had happened with them? Adalyn loved Alex, but as soon as she saw this girl she just thought 'ho'.
Since that frightful day Adalyn had gotten the whispers and the glares she'd feared. James had made something of himself, people knew him, loved him. So they looked at her as an outsider, someone who had betrayed her family. The snide comments were too much- she had to escape. She could hear it already, the remarks about her running from her problems. She just couldn't handle it. The judgmental looks that James' girlfriend gave her, the rude comments made by his best friend. All while James stood there, arm snaked around the woman. She couldn't take it anymore, the one way ticket to Seven was the best thing for her.
In those woods, under the shade of the tall trees. A man caught her eye, and after he'd rushed a kiss onto her lips it was all over. She could tell he'd felt the pain she did, being an outsider. The two of them together browsing through the shops, or even sitting for dinner caused quite the looks. Although when she was with him, she didn't care. She'd smile politely at them, even mutter a gentle hello. They'd never understand him, hell she may never understand him- but at least they weren't alone anymore. With him by her side, she'd felt like she never had to be alone again.
There it was, his eyes fell on her and that smile caused the fire to roar back to life. Adalyn felt the small piece she hadn't even realized had been missing fall back into place. Her muddy brown iris' setting on him as his large hand combed through her hair. The place on her cheek where it now rested warmed her whole body. How had one man done this to her? He'd taken a small girl who was afraid to even see her brother and brought her to life. He'd given her the courage she never had, the strength to show everyone it was okay to be different. He'd brought her back from the edge, and she didn't even know if he'd realized it.
His voice rang like a thousand angels. She'd heard it in her sleep, mostly harsh tones he'd thrown at James. She could scold him for it, but in all fairness James deserved it. Family is family, and right now Trigger was her only family.
She couldn't keep silent any longer, the lost look in his eyes and he awaited her answer was too much for her heart to take. The genuine concern he had for her filled the room like a million balloons. "I'm fine." She assured him weakly, although she knew that wasn't going to be enough- so she elaborated. "By that I mean I'm not made of paper." With that being said she pushed up to sit a little higher, the sharp wave of pain caused a slight gasp to escape her lips. She knew he'd not like that, but she played it off as a cough. Real smooth.
Her small hands gently cupped his face, her gaze burrowing into his. "How are you feeling?" She asked, her mind flashing back to fight. Trigger beating Hunter senseless, he'd lost it for that split second. Only in that flashback did Adalyn realize she pulled him from the edge. James and Jewel grasping and tugging on Trigger didn't even phase him, yet her small cry of his name pulled him away- it saved Hunter's life.
She'd never had someone so wrapped up in her, someone who would do anything just for her. How was it fair? How had she done so bad, but ended up with someone so good? Why couldn't he see himself the way she saw him? Her heart broke at the thought of him being so hard on himself.
He was literally the greatest thing to ever happen to her.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Dec 22, 2017 8:43:59 GMT
The way the dagger had torn through her skin contradicted her words, but he couldn't find the strength to prove that she was wrong—he wasn't sure he had it in him to fight her on the matter anyways. Before that day on the dock, before he watched some boy dig his blade deep into her abdomen, he would have sworn she was made of steel the way she held strong in the fiercest of storms. But she wasn't impenetrable. Hunter had proved that, had made her turn from stone to paper. Trigger wanted to curl his fingers around the boy's neck, he wanted to cut him deep—reach inside and feel for the heart he was certain wasn't there. He wanted to hurt him, he wanted him dead, but even that would never be enough. Adalyn deserved vengeance, and that wasn't the beast in him taking control—that was his heart insisting he do what was right. She was stabbed by someone she considered a friend, someone she trusted, and he was expected to look past it? To accept James' story of the boy being mentally unstable? Trigger was a mutt, a genetic mutation at the hands of his own father and he hadn't so much as harmed a fly before he lost his temper on Hunter. He could tear someone apart with his bare hands, he could pin a man twice his weight against a wall by the neck without breaking a sweat, but he hadn't. He'd trained since the moment he could walk. His genes had been twisted into making him nearly indestructible. He was a weapon, a work in progress for the Capitol—the perfect killer. Trigger was a prototype for a new generation of soldiers, a guinea pig for a line of serums that would change average men to something unnatural. Into the perfect warrior. He was promised to be the first of many—he sympathized with those who would follow in his footsteps, but he would never sympathize with a teenage boy who was given a knife by neglectful parents. Trigger was built to kill, to slaughter and he managed to refrain from those urges. He wouldn't forgive and would certainly never forget that Hunter hadn't been able to suppress his own.
James could shove his sob stories up his ass, Trigger wasn't buying it.
But none of that mattered right now. He had time to plan revenge later, his focus was fully on the girl who horribly hid a wince behind a cough. Where he would have let it slide before, he couldn't ignore it now. He'd seen how much blood she'd lost—hell, he still had some caked around his fingernails. He couldn't wash it all away there had been so much. Adalyn was hurt and he couldn't turn a blind eye to save her from feeling like something that needed to be treated as fragile. She had time to patch up her ego later—she just needed to suck it up and understand that he was going to baby her until he was certain she was healed. Sorry, but that's love.
"I know you're not paper," he said softly, voice pitched low because the last thing he wanted to do was encourage a headache with the desperation that would raise his tone if he allowed it, "But you were stabbed, Adalyn, you're not fine." He turned his face into her palms, eyes falling shut as he let her touch sooth his worries away—most of them, he'd never be able to shake all of the concern he held for her. He didn't want to. Caring for someone else so wholly gave him a meaning. Before that stumble into the woods, he'd been nothing more than an experiment. Not a son, not a human, but then she came along and gave him a purpose. He was going to protect her. He was going to keep her safe. Even if they became nothing more than this, if they stayed in limbo between friends and lovers, he'd be at her side. When everyone else turned their backs to him, she welcomed him with open arms.
He'd never forget that.
And this was why. She was quite obviously still in pain, but instead of asking for him to fetch her something to ease her turmoil, she was asking if he was okay. He was baffled, and surely the amazement was clear on his face as his eyes batted back open to find hers. She was something else, something he never imagined this world could offer.
He raised his hands from her face, using them to cover her own and pull them away from his cheeks and towards his lips instead. Kissing them softly, he led them back to her lap before moving to help her get into a more comfortable position because she couldn't do it on her own. "I'm good," he insisted, not wanting to make this about him as he propped a few pillows behind her to keep her upright but not in pain. "I don't really feel anything," he whispered as he looked down at his knuckles, the flesh torn and painted a soft purple as the bruises healed. He knew the skin was meant to ache, that it was meant to burn and feel raw, but it didn't. It was like his nerves were shot, and he knew that was among the many reasons why he hadn't been able to stop attacking Hunter like he had. But he didn't know how to say that. One day he would have to explain why he wasn't like others, but as it was, Adalyn seemed content to just know he was different. She hadn't pressed for answers yet. He hoped she wouldn't for a little longer. He needed to figure out how to word his past without scaring her off.
He was afraid outright saying he was a mutt and was bred to kill wouldn't win him any favors.
Letting out a soft sigh, he settled back down in his seat once he was sure she was comfortable. It took him a moment, but he forced his eyes upon hers as he changed the subject. "I'm not sure how much you remember because you were in and out so much, but your brother stopped by a few times," and he was unable to keep a hint of anger from his tone. He hated the man, but he knew he had to tell Adalyn at least this. He'd leave out the fact that each time James came, all the man did was insist she needed to come with him or shove the idea that Hunter was innocent upon him. She didn't need the kind of stress right now.
He let his fingers tangle with hers once more, slow and cautious because he was still afraid any jarring movements would slow the healing processes down. He refused to be the cause of anymore of her pain.
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Dec 22, 2017 10:28:37 GMT
The events of her altercation had played through her dreams on repeat, James siding with the man who'd just stabbed his sister. The way he defended him, he was fighting tooth and nail for them to forgive him. It wasn't happening, mental instability was not an excuse. Adalyn couldn't even remember what she'd said to set Hunter off. She did however remember Jewel and another girl, watching her as if she were some type of wild animal. She could still feel their judgmental stares burrowing into her soul. Embarrassment washed through her, she'd just shown James' new girlfriend that she was just another freak. Though Trigger accepted her, so she didn't really care what anyone else thought.
Except the pain that shot through her stomach was nothing compared to the pain that James caused. He'd always fought for her, and she thought he always would. That was their promise even when they were kids, they'd always take care of each other. Their father had drilled that into their minds at a young age, but Adalyn had broken that promise when she left. When she'd listened to her mother, who fed her brother lies. Adalyn was use to having the world against her, and while she may look small- and she may not feel too strong. She was stronger than anyone gave her credit for, well anyone except Trigger.
He'd put her on this pedestal, he'd always looked at her as if she were a queen. She could feel it with every gaze. Every time she'd catch him staring out of the corner of her eye, she could tell he was looking at her with adoration. Her heart would swell, the feelings she had for him were stronger than anything she'd ever felt. This is what her mother must have felt for her father, and the thought of losing Trigger the way her mother lost her father would floor Adalyn.
Even though they hadn't spoke about their feelings, and they were in this awkward friends but maybe more stage. Adalyn knew she loved Trigger, and that scared her more than a knife to the stomach. What if he didn't feel the same? Surely he wouldn't have sat by her for days had he not cared for her in some type of way, right?
His soft tone was something she'd have to get use to, she knew he was going to treat her like a doll until- well forever. She wasn't use to it though, no one babied her. No one normally cared about her, James was living proof of that now. He was too wrapped up in the new blonde in his life, of course she was set on the back burner in his life. She assumed that's why when he'd came in, her dreams would turn to darkness. Anger and fear plagued her sleep when he brought the tension into the room. Only when he left, and she was only left with Trigger's presence would the sleep return to peacefulness.
"I am fine, please don't worry about me. I can handle pain." She assured him, tone gentle because the last thing she wanted to do was seem ungrateful. He had a whole life he could be living, but instead he'd sat in solitude with her just waiting for her to wake up. She would forever be grateful for the kindness he'd shown her.
She kept her gaze glued to him as he gently kissed her hands, the gesture tingling every nerve in her body. Short lived though as he moved to help adjust her pillows, but in the blink of an eye he was right back next to her. Her gaze this time following his to his battered knuckles. A small shocked gasp escaped her lips as she saw the torn and beaten flesh. He'd done that to himself for her, he could have killed Hunter. "You are not good, look at your hands." She worried, her small hands grasping back at his- careful to not touch the bruises. Until what he'd said registered, he didn't feel anything? "How do you not feel anything?" The question rolled off her tongue as her eyes continued to study the marks on his hands. She couldn't even imagine what Hunter looked like, that was not something she wanted to see.
His next sentence causing her breath to hitch in her throat. James actually cared enough to check on her? Or was he here to plead Hunter's innocence. "Oh Trigger, you didn't kill him did you?" She tried to hide the teasing tone in her voice, but the small smile that curled the corners of her mouth gave it away. Adalyn relaxed into the soft pillow as their fingers tangled into each other. What she wanted more than anything was to crawl into Trigger's lap and bury her face into his chest. She longed for his familiar scent, but she knew that until she was one hundred percent he'd be extra gentle with her.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Dec 23, 2017 9:44:16 GMT
"I know you can handle pain, Adalyn," Trigger rebutted, matching her tone because he still couldn't fathom raising his voice at her. Not now, not if he could help it. "But you shouldn't have to. You never should have been put in this position," and while he tried his hardest, he couldn't keep the desperation out of his voice. This was his girl. It pained him to think that she felt she needed to bare this weight on her own, as if she was a burden otherwise. He didn't know how to explain it to her, to let her know that he wanted her to trust him—to depend on him. Never had he wanted to protect someone so badly, but then again, never had anyone given him the chance to try. With Jewel, it was stolen moments at Capitol parties or the rare training sessions when her father came to the catacombs beneath the Training Center to check on Talon's progress. There was Jennifer Rose briefly, the girl had made an impression, but once he'd been allowed to leave, she faded from his view. Zeke had been the only other person to ever be privileged to meet him while he was being held underground, his father someone of importance, but his fate was the same as Jennifer's. Once he was free to roam, it seemed they had better ways to spend their time. It was only ever Jewel who mattered anyways. She had been the one who made his stomach churn, his palms sweat, and heart ache. In between training sessions and medical procedures, it was her that his mind was drawn back to. The blonde was all he had, all he could see of the outside world. The other two were brief glimpses, she was the only one who persisted and he believed that meant something. The books he'd been given to read explained love, but he'd never felt it—he just assumed that what they had was that. It drove him to be obsessive, to yearn all that she stood for.
And then, the day he was given permission to leave—so his father could examine how a genetically modified human would interact in a public setting on their own—she bared a cold shoulder at him. Just like the rest.
He didn't understand, couldn't comprehend how she could leave him behind—especially after running into her and James at a bar Jennifer had pulled him to once she learned he was out. The man was cruel, quick to hurl cruel words his way. It made him wonder if he was truly the poorer choice, wonder how the blonde knew so much about him—it made his stomach twist knowing that Jewel must have been the one to talk poorly about him in the first place. She'd made him cry on his first day of freedom. He'd poured his heart out, happy that they could finally have a chance at normal, and all she'd done was shoot him down and force him into hiding—and then she had gone and gossiped about the ordeal to a man who was desperate to bully him. A man she chose to defend when things got heated. If Jennifer hadn't urged him to leave, he believed James would have ended up like Hunter—pinned down and battered. Maybe his friend realized that, maybe that's why he never heard from her again after that.
Still, even after knowing she was nothing like the girl she'd portrayed herself as, Trigger couldn't shake her. For so long she'd been the one, the one to pull him back from the edge—the one to help him keep his anger under wraps, and suddenly she wasn't. Suddenly there was a small brunette girl with doe eyes gawking at him after he swooped in for a kiss. He wanted to believe she could fix him, could cure him of this infatuation with her brother's girlfriend, but he couldn't shake Jewel and that scared him.
But there was hope yet. Adalyn's soft cry had stopped him when Jewel's shouts couldn't make him budge. The tides were turning, and because of that, he wanted nothing more than for her to trust her life in his hands. He'd do anything to prove he was worthy.
It bothered him that she wanted to do this on her own, but he knew better than to push. If those books taught him anything, it was that being an overpowering creep would earn him no favors. He had to remember that not everyone fell as hardly or as quickly as he did—that he couldn't rush things with Adalyn. Especially not now, not when he'd be taking advantage of the situation.
He let her fuss over his knuckles, smiling faintly at how much she cared for him, but it faded as the questions began. "It's a long story," he said vaguely, looking away and gulping. He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to scare her away either, "I'm honestly okay, Princess. It doesn't hurt, it just looks bad. I would have taken care of it if it was a problem." He ducked his head down then, searching for her gaze as he whispered, "How would I be able to take care of you if my hands were busted, huh?"
As their fingers twined together and her smile proved that she was only teasing, Trigger let the tension bleed from his shoulders. They'd moved on from the topic of his past, of who he was, and he couldn't be more thankful. Rolling his eyes, he gave her hand a soft squeeze before admitting, "I'm not going to lie, I thought about it." He reached out with his free hand, dragging his fingers through the hair he'd brushed while she was out—doing his best to make sure she was well taken care of. "But then I figured you'd never talk to me again and I'd much rather deal with his whining than losing you," he confessed softly, dropping his gaze because he couldn't look into her eyes as he said that. It was the closest either of them had been to addressing the connection between them and he wasn't sure how she was going to take it.
He feared the worse, but prayed for the best.
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Dec 23, 2017 10:35:09 GMT
Jayden was the only relationship Adalyn had ever had. They were teens, in love with the idea of love. There was no love in that relationship though, infatuation maybe. They'd hang out on the weekends, sneak a kiss or two while watching the stars. It was all very smooth until it wasn't. The time they spent together became shorter and shorter, they'd slowly faded out of each other's lives. Adalyn's father dying had a big part in that, she'd shut down. Closed herself off, and trusted no man. The one man who was suppose to protect her was gone, he'd left her. Of course she understood it wasn't by choice, but when the grief is fresh anger can surface.
In the wake of her father's death Jayden was no where, no one was there to take care of her. Hence why Trigger taking care of her was so alarming. No one picked up her pieces, no one asked if she was okay. It was her duty to pick herself up and brush off the dirt. Most of the time that was easier said than done. Especially the first time she'd seen her friends and family after her 'death'. Everyone had moved on. Her mother happy as can be with her golden child by her side. Jayden had moved on, the few friends she thought she had were nothing but memories. Pain was something she was use to, what was foreign was the kindness Trigger showed her.
"I put myself in this position, I should have walked away." She began, guilt laced thick in her tone. The tears threatening to fall with every second they stung the backs of her eyes. Trigger's hands were like this because of her, he'd been stuck in this house because of her, Hunter was beaten because of her. "You got hurt because of me." Her tone broke slightly on the last word. The fact that his hands were stained like this, bruised and beaten all because she couldn't keep her mouth shut broke her heart. She couldn't let him see her break though, they hadn't even discussed their role in each other's lives. She didn't want him asking why she was so upset, she couldn't come out and say it. She couldn't tell him she loved him when she didn't even know what they were.
She quickly sniffed back her tears, her heart slightly warming at his comment. He took care of her, of course he did. He was the best person she'd met since being back. He'd stepped in on her fight with Hunter, but she had to keep going. She had to make James feel bad by attacking his friends. James had to feel as low as he made her feel, it was only fair.
Relief washed through her body when Trigger admitted he didn't slaughter her brother while she was out. Although had he knocked James' ego down a peg or two she wouldn't be mad. He was her brother- of course she loved him, but she didn't even know him anymore. The James she knew would have been right there with Trigger beating the man who'd dare lay a finger on his sister. He'd be high fiving and thanking Trigger for helping her. Instead he was glued to Jewel's side, aiding the man who'd hurt her. Her mind couldn't wrap around why he'd even come, he seemed so uncaring.
"Nothing you could do would make me stop talking to you. I lo- love the time we spend together." She admitted, almost admitting too much. Words were not her strong suit, that and hiding her feelings. The words were about to escape her before her heart could even tell her brain how it was feeling. Although deep down Adalyn knew the way she felt about him, it was something deeper than infatuation. It put her time with Jayden to shame. "Did James mention how Hunter is doing?" Adalyn asked carefully, her thumb gently stroking the back of his hand. She knew Trigger probably didn't care, but Adalyn couldn't just continue on not knowing how he was doing.
He wasn't well, and while that wasn't an excuse she could understand. Something she'd said set him off, and he'd taken out his anger and aggression on her. Then unfortunately he'd received the harsh end of Trigger's. Adalyn's lip tucked itself between her teeth as she awaited his answer. She didn't want to upset him, but she needed to know no one died.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Dec 26, 2017 6:44:35 GMT
That day on the dock had not gone quite as planned—and that was an understatement. It was meant to be the day where Trigger repaired the damage he'd caused between himself and James for Adalyn's sake. He didn't like the man and didn't think he ever would for the fact that he stole the one person he'd placed his heart in, but now that he was allowed to integrate with society and he'd found James' sister, he wanted to move past Jewel the best he could. For Adalyn. He was willing to try to move on from the infatuation his father had instilled in him at a young age over the blonde girl so he could have a chance with the woman in the woods who'd made his heart race like Jewel never could. If that meant making nice with her brother and overcoming the powerful need he had for the blonde, then he would. He'd do anything for her and where it should have scared him, it didn't. Once he set his mind—his heart—on something, then he needed to make it his. He became obsessive, desperate, and he'd been like that with Jewel before she made it clear where her heart lies. In the gutter, just like the rest of those people on the dock. He'd never understand how they were able to sit back as Adalyn dropped—how they were able to defend an attempted murderer rather than protect a friend, a sister. The point was that he felt something for the brunette and he couldn't comprehend how those others didn’t. He'd spent his life locked in a cage and the moment he was free and stumbled into her, it was like the world fell into place. She was special. Why couldn't they see that?
That day was going to be the day he put everyone in their place and showed them that he was worthy of Adalyn. He'd show Jewel that he didn't need her shoulder to lean on, that he'd gotten a hang of the world without her holding his hand like he feared he would need. He'd convince James that this wasn't revenge, that he fell for the girl without knowing her last name and he believed she felt something back—maybe not say it in so many words, but he wanted to make things right for her sake. If he couldn't get on board, well, Trigger didn't need his permission anyways. From his understanding, James hadn't been in her life for quite some time, rather soaking up the golden light their mother shined on him, never looking for his sister after she ran. A shoe thrown in his face after he'd parted from a sweet kiss with Adalyn proved that James wasn't exactly keen on the idea of them being together. It had taken her hand on his knee to keep him from leaping out of the boat and onto the dock to strangle him, but that's all it took. At that moment, he knew he had to do anything he could to show her that he was the one for her.
If that meant being the bigger man and being there for her around the two people who hated him most, then he would do it. He'd do anything for her.
He was running late. The shabby motel room he was staying in while in Four was quite a walk from the beach, but before he even left, he'd spent a good thirty minutes debating on what to wear—little did he know that it didn't matter, it was going to be covered in blood anyways. After that, he'd gotten lost. He'd grown up in the same building his whole life. He knew the catacombs like the back of his hand, but out here in the Districts? He was clueless and had terrible navigation skills. It took directions from an elderly woman and a few wrong turns before he'd finally found the crowded dock. He'd noticed two strangers, a boy with shaggy hair and a girl who seemed to have a few more screws loose than he did—just by the way she was lingering off to the side. James and Jewel were pressed tight, not acknowledging anything but each other. It made his stomach churn, and he forced his eyes off of the couple, but only to find the boy shoving a knife into Adalyn's gut.
Trigger hadn't heard the words exchanged, he didn't know the situation, all he knew was that he was sprinting down the dock and just barley catching her before her body slammed to the wood. And then the rest was a blur. Blood, screams, her soft voice. Now they were here, about a week later and she was finally healed enough to stay up for longer than a few moments. He hadn't changed, hadn't dared to stray from her side long enough to. He knew he must look like hell—hair greasy and shirt still coated in a mixture of her and Hunter's blood. It wasn't sanitary and he must seem crazed, but he couldn't bring himself to take a shower or leave long enough to find a change of clothes. He'd splashed his face with water and scrubbed his hands raw so they were clean when he handled the bandages and her food, but other than that, he'd let himself fall to the wayside. His focus was on her. It would always be on her.
But he was confused. He didn't know the context under which the stabbing happened, but he knew it wasn't her fault. Nothing she'd done had provoked him, but if she'd said something that drove him to that, then the boy shouldn't be in public in the first place—and that's coming from a man bred to be a killer, trapped underground for eighteen years. He didn't understand how she was so willing to blame herself when Hunter was the one who had lost it and stabbed her. Shaking his head in disbelief, he tightened his hold on her hands minutely as he scoffed, "How can you act like this is your fault? I was there when it happened. I didn't see you do anything—and if it was something you said? It must have been pretty awful, but even then, he shouldn't have stabbed you!" He couldn't stop himself from raising his voice, frantic at the idea that he could have lost her. She could have died. "I- God, Adalyn, you can't take the blame. You can't," he looked at his knuckles, biting his lip as he debated telling her the truth. Was it worth it? Was it worth proving that she didn't deserve the blame by risking their relationship? He wasn't human. How could she want to be with him after he admits that?
It was a risk he had to take, though. He wasn't going to let her blame herself. This wasn't her fault.
"Adalyn," he whispered, doing his best to keep himself calm as he sought out her eyes, "I'm not hurt, but even if I was, I'd go and do the same thing again. Right now, if I had to. But I- I won't ever get hurt. I'm... I'm different. I'm not like you or Hunter or James, so I can't get hurt, and that's okay. That means I can take on anyone else who tries to hurt you and you won't have to worry about taking care of me afterwards, okay?" He nibbled on his lip, knowing he was being vague, but he didn't want to dump it all on her right now. "Just, please stop blaming yourself. You didn't make him stab you. He's just fucking nuts." It was strange, that coming from him and all.
When she nearly slipped up, Trigger's heart began to soar. Love. She was going to say love. A bashful grin pulled at the corners of his lips as he ducked his head down—trying to hide his blush behind his unkempt hair. "I love the time we spend together, too," he said softly before peeking through his bangs to tease, "But was that permission to clock him next time he comes over?" Because there would be a next time. James may not have cared that day on the dock that she was stabbed, but he sure cared that some heathen 'obsessed' with his girlfriend was looking after his sister.
His face hardened almost immediately at the mention of Hunter and he had to turn away so she wouldn't get upset with him. He couldn't help it. He hated the man, and he didn't understand how she could care about his well-being after what he did to her. It only spoke to how pure her heart was—and how dark his own appeared. "He's not dead, if that's what you're asking," he replied, sounding a bit harsher than he meant to be, but he couldn't help it, "James kept trying to guilt me into forgiving him, into making me guilt you into forgiving him by talking about how bad his injuries were, but I blocked him out. I mean, you're here unconscious because that kid stabbed you and I just—I don't understand. I blocked him out. You'll have to ask him how he really is." James could have been lying to upset Trigger, to make it seem like he was the monster. He didn't say that to Adalyn, didn't want to make her hate her own brother, but he implied it. James would do anything to turn her against him. Whatever Jewel said about him was getting under the blonde's skin.
He huffed, still not able to look back. He wasn't proud that his actions made Adalyn worried, but he was proud that he'd stood up for her when they hadn't. When they wouldn't. "The fucker deserved what he got and worse," he mumbled, close to pouting but he'd never admit that he was being that way.
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Dec 26, 2017 22:58:36 GMT
The day Trigger and Adalyn were meant to meet James and Jewel on the beach had turned into one of horror. Adalyn had arrived without Trigger, a choice they had made together yet she wanted to protest. However, telling him that she really couldn't do this without him literally glued to her side may make her sound too clingy. The truth was she wanted him with her always. Since the day they'd met in the woods she wanted nothing more than to be around the man. He fascinated her in ways she never knew possible. The way he'd hold her hand a little tighter when someone shifted a look their way, or the way he'd look at her as if she were telling him the greatest story ever, when in fact she was only tell him some boring story about her day. More often than not she'd find herself lying in bed, wishing that she could feel the weight of his body on the other side of the mattress. Wishing that she could snake into the comfort of his arms. They'd only know each other for a short amount of time, yet he had this hold on her. She could feel it in the way her heart would warm at the sight of him, or the way she'd found herself picturing a future they could have together.
That was why she didn't understand why James and Jewel had said such harsh things about him. Called him a monster, warned her that he was nothing but trouble. He was everything to her. Why couldn't they see that he'd saved her? He wasn't a monster, he was her hero. The rushed kiss he placed on her lips upon their initial meeting was the one thing that pulled her from the edge. How could they not see that? Or did they see it? Maybe Jewel was jealous that Trigger would go to such extremes for her. Was it that James wished he could be the man that Trigger was? Either way Adalyn could see why they would say anything bad about Trigger, her Trigger.
Adalyn hadn't gotten the chance to take in Trigger's appearance until now. The red that stained his white shirt was blinding now that she could see it. He'd obviously scrubbed his hands clean, she could see that was about the only spot on him that didn't have blood covering. She was slightly thankful for that since their hands were intertwined. Was that all her blood? Did Hunter's DNA mingle with hers to cover his crisp white shirt? The thought was enough to cause her stomach to drop. "How can I not blame myself Trigger?" She asked, her tone rising to meet his volume. The fact that he'd actually began to raise his voice was comforting. He had a right to be mad, she wanted him to be mad. She'd put herself in harm's way, he couldn't deny that, and then he said it. She couldn't take the blame? She most definitely could. It was her words that caused it. It was her disappearing that tore her and her brother apart, if she'd have just stayed maybe James wouldn't have gotten mixed up with Hunter.
She was about to protest when she'd realized his voice had softened, then his gaze had fallen to his own hands. Her name flowing off his lips in a whisper caught her full attention. Her eyes locked with his as he finally brought his gaze to her. He was different she knew that, he was better than anyone she'd come in contact with. Though the way he was explaining it sounded off. He couldn't get hurt? How was that possible? A million questions ran through her head in that moment, until she heard him say he'd be able to take on anyone for her. Anyone, that included Hunter. "Is that why you did it- why you beat Hunter? I can't think of any other reason as to why you'd do that, and if that's not the reason then why? Why'd you try to kill him?" She asked softly, her voice filled with concern. Of course, the thought that Trigger would do that for her was heartwarming, she had to know why? She had to know if he saw her as weak, if he actually saw her the way everyone else did. Deep down she knew he didn't, that he couldn't be like everyone else.
She wanted to be serious, to actually have a talk with him. Then he went and smiled, that damn smile that could melt a stone wall. The way he peeked around his hair caused the flush in her cheeks to deepen. How could he do this? How could he take her from 0-100? That would have been the scariest thought ever if she wasn't in love with him.
A giggle escaped her lips at his question, and while James could use a lesson, she couldn't stand the idea of her brother's blood on Trigger's hands. "No, it was not permission. It was reassurance that you're never going to lose me." She admitted bashfully, wondering if she'd given too much away. She'd always worn her heart on her sleeve, but she didn’t want to lose Trigger. She didn't want to scare him away. "I mean unless you don't want me." She added, letting him know that he wasn't stuck with her. He could leave, it'd kill her but he could.
Then in the blink of an eye he was turning away from her, his body acted as if were made of stone. He wouldn't look her way when he spoke, which caused her brows to draw together in a worried way. Hunter's not dead, relief washed through her with his words. Yet the way he didn't relax kept the concern etched on her gentle features. Adalyn pushed off the couch with what little strength she had, her legs wobbling as she stood only long enough to plant herself in Trigger's lap. Pain shot through her stomach as she moved, but she didn't care. She wanted to be as close to him as possible, to offer him the same comfort he gave her.
"He's not well Trigger, he's... Different." She chose the last word very carefully. Maybe Trigger would understand, maybe he'd relate. She doubted it, they were nothing alike. Trigger was everything good, and Hunter was a disturbed young man. Adalyn felt sorry for him though, James had told her about his life. He was brought up wrong, surely Trigger could understand that at least. Adalyn tucked her head under his chin, laying it gently on his chest as she listened to the soft thumping of his heart beat. "I don't care if you can't physically get hurt, if you'd have killed him that would have broken things in you beyond repair." She whispered softly into his chest. She didn't care that his shirt was covered in blood, she just wanted to be near him.
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Post by Trigger Mason on Dec 30, 2017 7:04:40 GMT
"Easily," he said, still sounding somewhat stunned, "You can easily not take the blame." Trigger didn't understand how that was so hard for her to comprehend. He'd seen the pair as he walked up, he caught the tension in Hunter's shoulders while Adalyn held her body in a cower. It was clear she said something wrong, that she regretted the words the moment they left her pretty pink lips, but the boy hadn't caught her guilt. No, he chose to overlook her sincere shame and dug a blade deep into her gut instead. Hunter had been ready to attack, he'd wanted to. It didn't matter what the girl said or didn't say, he was going to do it one way or another. The crazed look in his eye as he squirmed beneath him had proved that. No punch Trigger threw was able to shake the evil out of those stubborn brown eyes. Hunter wasn't sane, he was a whole different kind of beast. He wasn't good. He would never be good. That look frightened Trigger to the core. If a mere human could look so hellish, what would he become if he let the monster within take control? Shaking his head, the thoughts fading away from the forefront of his mind, he finished, "He would have done it no matter what you did. You didn't see the look in his eyes, Adalyn. He wanted to hurt you, to hurt someone." And it could have ended a whole lot worse if he hadn't arrived when he had. With the way James, Jewel, and the other girl on the dock had hesitated to help the girl, he was afraid that Hunter would have gotten in a few more stabs before anyone bothered to step in. The thought made his stomach roll, his eyes falling shut for a moment so he could compose himself. Carrying Adalyn's limp body had been enough to cause his heart to falter, to imagine that it had been lifeless as well? He felt as though he was going to lose the meager lunch he'd eaten the day before. Losing her was too much to bear, even in thought. He was too attached to her already, but that was the way he worked. His eyelashes fluttered as his eyes sought hers out once more, lips pursed as he watched her work through a line of questions. He'd been expecting her to ask, to wonder why he'd risk everything to save her life, and every time he tried to come up with some eloquent response, he continued to end up with the same answer. The answer he was going to share with her now. He couldn't lie, couldn't think of something better. Quite simply, the reason he did it was because, "I just knew I had to save you." His voice was sincere, eyes red-rimmed, but so intense he couldn't fathom her reading his words as nothing but true. He didn't know how to keep his heart off of his blood-stained sleeve, how to be anything but honest with her. "If I hadn't—if I hadn't done what I had to him, he would have stabbed you again. He could have—he would have done something else and I just, I couldn't let him. I wasn't going to let him hurt you anymore and I knew no one else was going to stop him. I had to save you." He needed her to understand that he would have done anything to keep her safe, but he kept tripping over his tongue—he didn't have the words to explain the way she made his heart race. He was afraid she simply wouldn't understand this need to protect her. She wasn't able to protect herself that day. Her brother wasn't there to be her hero. She needed someone to save her and Trigger wouldn't let anyone take that role but himself. It wasn't that she wasn't strong, because he'd seen firsthand exactly what she was capable of with the way she handled that bow, but she hadn't been then. He wanted to be the one to play soldier when she couldn't. As her lips parted around the softest of laughs, the tension in his shoulders eased. He visibly relaxed, hand shifting to curl their fingers around one another as he listened to her explain her words. He was still struggling to understand sarcasm and teasing, but he was slowly getting a hang of it. In the catacombs, there was no joking or laughter. It was all serious, medical talk and instructions. Orders and demands. He had never encountered satire and humor before, but the world above his home was filled with it. Sometimes he misunderstood a joke for sincerity, and thus he was thankful she explained. It would have been mighty embarrassing if he'd thrown a hefty right hook into James' jaw thinking he had permission only to find out it was the contrary. She promised now that he wouldn't lose her, but he wasn't sure to what extent she meant that. Adalyn still didn't know about the life he'd led before turning eighteen, about the story behind his scars. He was a mutation, a mutt. The Capitol's guard dog. How would she react to that? His mind stuttered for a moment, eyes shifting to the side as a thought derailed all others. Jewel had told James an awful lot about him, enough for the man to hate him on principal. Did she tell him what he was? Surely, she hadn't. She didn't have that kind of clearance. If she'd gone and spread the truth, it would be not only her head, but the heads of her family and loved ones on a platter, served to the President. Trigger's alterations were to be kept under wraps. The Capitol couldn't afford to have the Districts aware of the genetic warfare they were preparing. James couldn't know what he was, but if he did, would he tell Adalyn? He knew the man would do anything he could to keep them apart, but would he put their lives on the line like that? Especially after he proved he was just as much of a monster after he'd defended Hunter over his own flesh and blood. Either way, Trigger knew he would have to tell her soon about who he was, but right now, he had to assure her that he didn't want to lose her. Ever. Tightening his hold on her hands gently, he looked her in the eye and swore, "I feel as though I'll always want you, Princess." And it was too close to home. He'd been bred to be the monster slain at the end of the book, but all he wanted was to be the hero the princess needed. Trigger yearned to be that for Adalyn, but he didn't want to have to save her from this fate ever again. He didn't think he could watch her take that plunge ever again or his heart would surely follow her down. He was already wrapped around her finger so tightly and she had yet to realize. "You can't," Trigger started, startled by her sudden weight on his lap. He'd been turned away, pouting and he hadn't caught her pushing off the couch until she had already dropped into his lap. He wanted to chastise her, to place her right back on the sofa, but he couldn't. He hadn't left her side in a week, but it was like he still hadn't been close enough until now. He sighed, knowing that she wouldn't be retreating any time soon, so he let his hands rise gently to her hips to keep her stable. The last thing they needed was for her to fall backwards and tear her stitches. There were no words for how thankful he was that she tucked herself close, hiding her face against his stained shirt because he was afraid the dark glower in his eyes would scare her away—he was afraid his face mirrored Hunter's as he whispered, "I don't think it would have." He was a handmade killing machine. He was created to cause pain, to have his hands smothered in blood—to crave death. He wanted Hunter dead. He wanted to be the one to do it. He wanted the boy to suffer more than any had suffered before. "I think he deserves to be dead, Princess."
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Post by Adalyn Carver on Dec 31, 2017 5:18:19 GMT
"It's not easy, it was my fault- but I'm not going to lie and say I'm not happy I took the brunt of it." She said softly keeping her head resting safely on his chest. She couldn't imagine the pain she'd experience had Hunter her James. Or the grief James would experience had Hunter hurt Jewel. Or for Trigger's pain for that matter, she knew how he'd felt about the blonde. James took the first opportunity to tell Adalyn all the dirt he knew about Trigger once he knew she liked him. The night still played like a sad love story in her mind.
James had come to Adalyn's house after seeing them together the first time, anger obvious on his expression as he told her the details. Trigger had loved or still loved Jewel, everyone loved her apparently. James spared no detail of how he'd confessed his love for her before they shared a kiss. Although Adalyn knew that there were three sides to the story- His, hers, and the truth. So, Adalyn gave him the benefit of the doubt. Yet there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that maybe she was a pawn. Maybe she was being used to get to James, or make Jewel jealous. The way Trigger looked at her didn't give her that feelings, he never made her feel as if she were a pawn. The way James spoke of him was as if he were some obsessed puppy, longing for the blonde girl.
The way Trigger stayed with her, the way he didn't run off to Jewel when James showed up. Maybe he'd moved on? Maybe James was misinformed, or Jewel was overdramatic? Either way Trigger was here with her, he'd stayed by her side for how long? He's sat here professing that he just had to save her. He had to save her. It played like a sweet song through her mind. He wanted to protect her, he'd do anything to save her. Even if he had to beat a man senseless, which Adalyn couldn't bring herself to scold him for. He'd done so much for her already, he'd made her feel like she could do or take on anyone. Adalyn brought her small hand up to cup his cheek, her head moving from his chest to look at him. "But he didn't do worse, and better than that he didn't hurt anyone else." She assured him, meaning Jewel. The question of his feelings for her played on her tongue, but she dared not to ask. She wasn’t sure if she'd like the answer, she wasn't sure if she was ready to hear it.
The way he'd held so much anger towards James, and vice versa. James wouldn't hate him for no reason, so the feelings from Trigger are probably there. Jealousy had never really been an issue for Adalyn until she felt the pit in her stomach forming as she thought of James' words.
Trigger's promise of always wanting her made her heart flutter, maybe he had moved on. Was there hope for them to have the happily ever after? Adalyn couldn't help the smile that curled the corners of her soft pink lips. "You never know Trigs." She explained, her eyes still glued to his. She couldn't believe that this might be her hero, this could be her knight in shining armor. She'd never thought of herself as the princess, but the way he'd treated her like one the more she believed it.
"I can." She protested his earlier statement that was cut off by her movement. "With you I can do anything." Her soft tone added, it was the truth. They were stronger together than they were apart. The actions that had taken place that day was proof. Adalyn needed him, and she wasn't afraid to admit it. "It would have, different or not you're still human. Taking Hunter's life, no matter how much he deserves it would have changed you. Trigs, I- I need you. I don't care how you feel about James, or if you have some connection with Jewel. I just- I need you, okay?" The words tumbled out of her like vomit, uncontrollable. She didn't regret it though, it was everything she'd been holding in. She was waiting for his reaction to this before she told him she full on loved him. Too many what ifs flooded her mind, what if he wasn't into her that way? What if his feelings for Jewel were stronger? She didn't care, Trigger was worth the risk. He was the risk she'd always be willing to take.
His final sentence catching her off guard, he couldn't really feel that way. Adalyn sat up a bit straighter, her brows furrowed as she studied his face. "Trigger no one deserves that. I didn't die, so maybe he deserves a killer stomach ache, or maybe he deserves to have a scar on his stomach that he'll have to see every time he looks in the mirror. I mean who cares that I'll never look normal in a bikini." She tried to lighten the mood, a weak attempt that she knew would fail. "He doesn't deserve to die though. James would hurt, Jewel would hurt." She added the last name hoping to get through to him. Maybe knowing he'd cause her pain would calm him, maybe it'd tame his hatred for the boy.
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